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15. oldal
The men are robust as well as agile : the women have that sort of tone in their
composition which made the very courtezan of Venice a Calypso to strangers ,
and enthroned the more sentimental mistress at the top of her sex , at once to ...
The men are robust as well as agile : the women have that sort of tone in their
composition which made the very courtezan of Venice a Calypso to strangers ,
and enthroned the more sentimental mistress at the top of her sex , at once to ...
28. oldal
not have ventured to appear before her again ; but the truth was , that her father ,
who was but an ordinary sort of monied man , and not very delicate , did not
interfere as he ought , to prevent her being thus persecuted . But not only was the
...
not have ventured to appear before her again ; but the truth was , that her father ,
who was but an ordinary sort of monied man , and not very delicate , did not
interfere as he ought , to prevent her being thus persecuted . But not only was the
...
29. oldal
Why , yes , Sir ; -I have a pretty fortune , thank heaven , though at present - just
now " “ Oh , my dear Sir , " interrupted the stranger , with a peculiar sort of look , in
which animal spirits and a sense of the ridiculous seemed predominant- " I can ...
Why , yes , Sir ; -I have a pretty fortune , thank heaven , though at present - just
now " “ Oh , my dear Sir , " interrupted the stranger , with a peculiar sort of look , in
which animal spirits and a sense of the ridiculous seemed predominant- " I can ...
75. oldal
There is a striking fiction of this sort in Sale's Notes upon the Koran . Solomon
dies during the building of the temple , but his body remains leaning on a staff
and overlooking the workmen , as if it were alive ; till a worm knawing though the
prop ...
There is a striking fiction of this sort in Sale's Notes upon the Koran . Solomon
dies during the building of the temple , but his body remains leaning on a staff
and overlooking the workmen , as if it were alive ; till a worm knawing though the
prop ...
214. oldal
... more interested in the nymph than her companion , that at length he did obtain
a sort of understanding on the subject . ... an interest of a better sort , contrived to
discover , that it would be made , with no prodigious unwillingness , to himself .
... more interested in the nymph than her companion , that at length he did obtain
a sort of understanding on the subject . ... an interest of a better sort , contrived to
discover , that it would be made , with no prodigious unwillingness , to himself .
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3. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank* Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
347. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
344. oldal - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away : Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain ; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray ; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
347. oldal - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
345. oldal - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
88. oldal - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?
347. oldal - There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up.
11. oldal - Give me leave To enjoy myself : that place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels ; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface their ill-plac'd statues.
44. oldal - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
189. oldal - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, To lull the daughters of Necessity, And keep unsteady Nature to her law, And the low world in measured motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould, with gross unpurged ear...
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Indicator, 1. kötet |
| Szerkesztő | Leigh Hunt |
| Kiadó | J. Appleyard, 1820 |
| Eredeti forrása | a Michigani Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. júl. 14. |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |